Horror Camgirl - Ch. 3: The Eerie Ghost Building
My face was covered with fibromas, including one above my eye socket that pulled my eyebrow down, making me look extremely disgusting.
No wonder Yin Shengyao hated me so much.
I washed my face and suddenly froze—there was also a fibroma on my chin. Where had it gone?
I stared at the mirror for a long time, and indeed, the fibroma had disappeared.
Can fibromas self-heal? Impossible.
Could it be... the wisp of dark energy that emerged when I killed Dr. Zheng’s ghost earlier?
Can ghostly energy cure fibromas? I felt my worldview had been shattered, but it gave me endless hope.
For twenty years, I had dreamed of curing these tumors. Which girl wouldn’t want to look beautiful?
Black Rock TV’s donations are settled daily. If a livestream receives donations exceeding a certain amount, there’s a bonus. After splitting the proceeds and adding the bonus, I had eleven thousand. I exchanged it and paid a thousand in medical fees at the hospital.
Having a sick family member is a bottomless pit for money.
As I left the hospital, pondering where to livestream tonight, a white Maybach performed a perfect drift and stopped right in front of me.
My expression changed as I looked at him warily.
A young man dressed in sportswear got out of the car, wearing sunglasses. He was tall and handsome.
I was extremely guarded and disgusted towards rich, handsome men like him.
“Are you the ‘Horror Female Streamer’?” the man scrutinized me from top to bottom.
I disliked his gaze and replied coldly, “How do you know? Shouldn’t streams be kept secret?”
“I have some channels that can access your information,” he smiled.
I was furious. “What do you want?”
“Don’t be angry. I just want to join your next livestream,” he said.
“Why?” I asked cautiously.
“Simple. I want to see for myself what ghosts look like,” the man said. “I’ve watched so many horror streams, but only you have actually seen a ghost.”
I responded coldly, “I refuse.”
“I’ll give you a hundred thousand,” the man stopped me. “I can also get your brother a better VIP hospital room with 24-hour care.”
I hesitated, turning my head to look at him. “Seriously?”
“Of course,” the man replied. “What’s your card number? I’ll transfer the money now.”
I reluctantly gave him my card number, and the hundred thousand was in my account in the blink of an eye.
I despised rich people, but I wouldn’t go against money.
“My name is Tang Mingli, pleased to meet you,” the man said. “Have you chosen the location for tonight’s livestream? If not, I have a good suggestion.”
He handed me a dossier. I opened it to find information about a private retirement apartment on the outskirts of Shan City. Five years ago, the apartment’s owner took in a dozen elderly residents.
On a full moon night, all the elderly were found hanged in their rooms, even some bedridden ones were dead. The two nurses on duty that night were found dead in the dean’s office on the top floor, brutally murdered. The apartment owner committed suicide by cutting his wrists.
The police concluded that the owner had massacred everyone before committing suicide, closing the case. The incident caused a huge stir, and everyone in Shan City knew about it.
Since then, the apartment had become known as the Ghost Building. No one dared to take it over, and it remained empty, scheduled for demolition in a few months.
I found it intriguing and arranged to meet Tang Mingli that night, then went home. Just as I reached the alley, a group of thugs approached and surrounded me.
I knew these guys; they were local hoodlums in the Urban Village, capable of anything except murder. Countless young girls had been ruined by them.
I watched them cautiously. Logically, they couldn’t be interested in me.
“Brother Chun, it’s her,” a thuggish guy with a pointy face said, pointing at me. “She’s the misshapen one I told you about.”
That Brother Chun, wearing a beach shirt and a cigarette in his mouth, said, “Take off her mask and have a look.”
I turned to run but was grabbed back by the thugs. They ripped off my mask, revealing my face covered with fibromas to everyone.
Brother Chun was shocked. “Damn it, she’s really that ugly.”
“Hehe, Brother Chun, didn’t you say Boss Li has some perverted clients from Southeast Asia who like misshapen women? Do you think she fits?”
Hearing this, I trembled all over, struggled desperately, and shouted for help. The pointy-faced thug cursed and punched me hard in the face, making me dizzy and nearly faint.
“Take her away,” Brother Chun said cruelly.
At that moment, a white Maybach cut through, blocking their way.
Tang Mingli got out, a sly smile on his face. “Let her go.”
Brother Chun laughed, “Oh, what’s this handsome guy doing here? Want to play hero and save the beauty? She’s no beauty. Do you also have an interest in misshapen women...”
Before he could finish, Tang Mingli punched him in the face, sending him flying. Brother Chun landed on the ground, yelling angrily, “What are you waiting for? Attack!”
Tang Mingli seemed to have martial arts training. Without much effort, he knocked the thugs down, who rolled around groaning in pain.
I crouched on the ground, covering my face. He approached and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Leave me alone. Don’t look at my face,” I yelled, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Why, why do I always encounter things like this!
Tang Mingli paused, picked up my mask and hat, and handed them to me. “I’ll take you home.”
After receiving a punch, my head was still a bit dizzy. He helped me get home, glanced at my bare room, and his eyes showed something unclear and dark.
I sat on the sofa, head down, and said, “Thank you.”
“No problem. Do you want to rest for the night?” he asked.
I shook my head. “It’s okay, I can manage.”
“Alright, I’ll pick you up,” he said without much further comment and turned to leave. I wiped the tears from my face forcefully.
So what if I’m ugly? So what if I’m as lowly as weeds?
I want to live, live well, better than others.
I went out to the market to find Old Niu, who specialized in killing chickens and sheep for people. I asked to buy a cleaver. This cleaver had followed him for many years, killing countless lives.
A killing blade, full of killing intent, specifically used to deal with Vengeful Ghosts.
I then went to a dog meat restaurant to buy some black dog blood and secretly cut a branch from a Peach Tree. Everything was prepared, waiting for tonight’s livestream.
In the evening, the sunset dyed the sky a dazzling red. Tang Mingli arrived this time in a Land Rover SUV. Seeing my gear, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Jun Yao, you really look like a master.”
He added, “A master of conjuring spirits.”
I frowned. Why was he so familiar? We weren’t that close. But considering my brother needed his help to get a VIP hospital room, I endured it.
We drove to the apartment building. This area was full of old houses; the residents had long moved out. On the wall, someone had painted a big character for demolition in vermilion ink.
I opened my Live Stream Room and changed the name to: Horror Nursing Home – The Five-Year-Old Tragedy Unveiled.
The Live Stream Room’s name needed to be explosive and catchy to attract more viewers.
Perhaps because it was my first livestream, it was very successful. Black Rock TV immediately recommended it on the homepage. In less than two minutes, there were already hundreds of viewers, still increasing.
I gave a close-up of the apartment building, narrated the events, and watched the viewers exceed a thousand, with donations pouring in.
I was happy and began introducing Tang Mingli: “This is today’s guest. His name is confidential, but he’s a martial arts expert.”
I didn’t know which fangirl was present, but she threw a jade pendant, which was worth a hundred yuan.
I silently rolled my eyes. Good-looking people really are popular everywhere.
I hung my phone around my neck, grabbed a flashlight, and walked in front of the group.
Suddenly, Tang Mingli stopped me, whispering, “Wait, someone’s inside.”
The fangirl threw another jade pendant. I quickly turned off the phone’s sound. ...
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